The stolen kiss (Published in spanish on 29/07/2013).

Both sights were connected again as one as the dark night became older. The destiny however, denied the possibility of deeper feelings between the two of us. I was limited to the shy insinuations of such a beautiful woman while at the bottom of my glass. I was holding my drink firmly with my left hand. With my other hand, I was searching in the right pocket of my trousers for a trick that made her laugh.  Her beautiful eyes talked to me, her closeness cuddled me. Her gorgeous lips enchanted myself allowing my wildest dreams to run all over my mind.  The background music kept us in an unknown place. The busy bar did not disturb our conversation. It seemed for both of us however, that the place was slowly emptying it down without a reasonable explanation. Her hands played with her hair pulling them out from the edge of her lips. This allowed her to speak more fluently with the man with no name but with a familiar face as she saw him a couple of times in the past. The same stranger that invited her for a drink meanwhile her friends impatiently waited seated in the distant corner table. In a moment of silence and closeness, my lips were closer enough to hers to consent a sensual touch and allow some emotions to go through between us. She seemed surprised and hesitated. Her sight towards me and her pause before she announced her departure let me know that, she had fallen in love for a second, probably with the shortest kiss of her life.